Mesmerised by voices in my head
I did not live by senses or desire
But into inner chatting I was led
Do I think democracy is dead?
Do I think my good friend is a liar?
Listening to the voices in my head
Will I faint or blush in someone’s bed?
Shall I light the oven or the fire?
Into inner wordiness I’m led
Silence gives us space for joy and dread
Too much talking makes the mind feel tired
Shall I miss the gossip someone said?
In our psyche is a space for God
Yet fear too can erupt with rapid tread
All my inner chatting hurts my head
The senses teach the soul how we might pray
Being alive to Nature in the day
Weary of the Plays inside my head
I looked at trees and flowers and birds instead